Was she not wearing it when she was in the queue or did she remove it later, was what I started wondering. I felt the wetness from her pussy on my fin...ers. As I stroked downward, her wetness on my fingers dried as it spread on to her thighs. I think she felt good as her hands were working more magic on my dick. In my next stroke, I lingered my fingers near her crotch and gathered more wetness by playing a little with her pussy lips. And then stroked down her other thigh. I was further. Sheena – Yes sir (becoming frightened) AUTHOR – That reminds me sheena why is a virtuous girl like yourself interested in the depravity of this disgusting place? Sheena – doesn’t know AUTHOR – Look in your mirror sheena you should be ashamed, very ashamed. Sheena – I feel guilty sometimes( she looks at herself sheepishly in the mirror) AUTHOR – Some of those things that you read! The pictures you look at! Your own lurid imaginings sheena? Those secret inner desires that you haven’t quite found. She wisely chose studying for seven years to become a nuclear scientist at the Josef Stalin Institute for Blowing Things Up in Tblisi, Georgia, over becoming a pick-and-shovel miner for uranium ore in the Novosibirskiye Islands north of the Arctic Circle where there is no uranium. Despite an unfortunate setback while she was working on her neutron bomb graduation project for the government, which was the true name of all institutions within the Soviet Union, Yana graduated at the top of her. "You know, Larry, I really meant it when I apologized to you the other day. I've felt bad about that day almost since it first happened. Every time I wanted to come over and apologize, you'd look at me so mean that I'd lose my nerve. I wanted to end our fighting this whole time." Well, since we're up here in the balcony anyway, maybe we should kiss and make up." Again with the serious, hopeful attempt which could be taken as a joke."I'd like that. Denise won't like it though." Why not? She's.